So to recap...
Last Wednesday (which was the 3 year anniversary of my rape) Mya was brushed by the
groomer until she bleed causing her injury to her rear left leg. Thankfully there is no long term damage, but she had to be shaved which for a snow dog going into winter is like a death sentence (or frost bite at the very least).
fell injuring my right ankle and bruising most of the rest of my body
hours before my Thanksgiving dinner which I had to cancel because I was
in the emergency room. I don't know yet how much damage has been done to my ankle, I'm going to the orthopedic surgeon today to find out, but something just doesn't feel right when I try to walk on it.
Saturday I developed a stomach bug and spent the
weekend vomiting (and Mya started to as well on Sunday). For a recovering anorexic, this is the worst illness to have. You feel like shit (because you're sick) but you never want it to stop (because you have an excuse to not eat and are losing weight). Thankfully by Monday I was able to keep down saltines and ginger ale and by Tuesday was eating normally again but stomach bugs always scare me.
Last night (which is 4 years since Dad died)
while cooking dinner I splashed hot butter up my right hand on to my
wrist giving myself 2nd degree burns right where I rest my hand for all
of my computer work. Since last night they looked black and I was sure I was going to lose skin because of them I guess I should be happy, but right now they still hurt too much.
This doesn't take into consideration my Fibromyalgia which has been in such overdrive I have been sitting at the desk at work crying whenever there weren't people there to see me.
Ever get the feeling the Universe is trying to tell you something? Like FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS FUCKING HOLY STOP ALREADY BEFORE I HAVE TO KILL YOU!
Nah, me either